When we're young we have such lofty ideas and convictions and we look at those who have lived longer than us and thumb our noses, "Oh, I'll never be like that or I'll never do that, or why are they acting like that." Then life happens and we fall into our own vices and comfort zones. Mine is a full body and mind retreat for Melvin it was distilled sugars and corn. My main rival, another man, Paul Masson. When Paul was in the house, it was on. At first he would be a mellow friend ,eager to please and making you laugh, life of the party, then he became critical, judgemental and mean. During the latter he would make Melvin relive the past and wallow in it. I would bear the brunt of Paul's true intention, to deceive and give false courage. Paul would tell Melvin all women meant him harm, don't trust them, I'm your friend, I do not disappoint.
I hated Paul and used every sober moment to tell Melvin, "Paul is not your friend, he doesn't agree with your body or your mind. Look at where you keep him, under the sink with all the other, possible household poisons. He'll tear us apart one day." "Awe Poo, me and Paul see each other in moderation, that's alright, ain't it baby?" Paul would win again.
On holidays Paul kept me up all night talking, on weekends Paul wanted to drive too fast, in a crisis Paul went to sleep. most of the time that was a good thing.
I hated Paul for so long and eventually Melvin grew to hate him too, but found it difficult to part ways with the paper sack brown quencher. After a long struggle he did bid Paul farewell, but by then I was long gone and Paul was not the culprit.
Tomorrow
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